Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these these characters. All rights for their creation go to Stephenie Meyer.

I started to run, out into the trees. It was that time again. Time to hunt. I wish I didn't have to do it… but it was an inescapable part of this life. My golden hair blew, back behind me. The wind felt nice against my skin, as I bolted through the forest.

I wondered what I would come across today. Sure, there will be some deer and elk. Maybe I would get lucky, and come across a mountain lion, or a bear. My throat ripped into flames, as I thought about it.

I froze, in the middle of the woods. I closed my eyes, letting my senses rule over. I sniffed, letting all of the smells come to me. The soil, and grass. The trees, and water. I caught the scent of a few elk near by, but they had no appeal to me. I let my senses range farther, as I tried to find something better.

I heard the sound of two… or maybe three beating hearts. I couldn't tell; the third wasn't as strong. I could smell them, then. Black bears. I licked my lips at the thought. I was off, running in their direction.

My throat burned, as I saw the two of them, bending over something. A bright smile pulled across my face. The bears looked up, as fierce snarls escaped their lips. One started to retreat, realizing that I am a danger.

The other, however, stayed. I walked forward, when another sent blew into my face. Was that… human? I held my breath, just in case. I walked forward, farther, the bear no longer my first concern.

I saw the crumpled form of a boy, in front of the bear. Blood covered most of his skin, and clothes. His hair was a curly brown; almost black, and he was beautiful despite his grimace due to the pain. My eyes froze on his perfect dimples.

"Henry?" I whispered.

Was it him? It may as well be; he looked exactly how I imagined Vera's baby would look like, once he was older. Henry. My head snapped back up to the bear. This bear just hurt Henry!

I snarled, dropping down to a crouch. A growl escaped the animal's lips. I sprang forward, latching around the bear's neck. He shook his head, trying to get me off. But I was a better fighter. I was a vampire.

My teeth sank into the creature's flesh, breaking through easily. I greedily lapped up the blood, until the bear ran dry. I stood up, kicking his carcass to the side. I walked over to the injured boy. I bent down, as he moaned in pain. His wounds were horrible, as blood continued to pour out.

My throat has never hurt this bad. But I pushed that thought away. I looked at him, at his sweet dimples. I just couldn't let him die… but would I damn him into this life? I had to hurry, and choose what I should do; there wasn't much time.

I reached down, pulling him into my arms. Once he was up, I was running. I was faster than I have ever been, speeding like a bullet through the forest. A drop of his blood dripped down his neck, and landed on my arm.

My body locked down, as I tried not to think about it. But that was utterly impossible. I can not hurt him. But I knew good and well I wouldn't be able to stop myself, if I tried to change him myself. I had to get to Carlisle. He was the only one who could.

My eyes burned, and I hated it when they did that. As a vampire, we could no longer cry. The burn, and locking of our throat's, however, still happened. There were no tears.

Oh please, please, please. Let me make it, please. More blood dripped onto me. My eyes went to black, as I used all the restraint I could. The boy moaned in my arms.

"It's okay, Henry, I am going to save you," I murmured.

I couldn't help but panic, when his heart slowed even more. I burst through the trees, into the opening. I ran up to the house, almost running over Esme.

"Where is Carlisle?" I demanded.

"I'm right here," he said, coming into the room. I saw Edward behind him.

"Who is that?" Esme asked, looking at Henry.

"Henry?" Edward asked.

I scowled at the mind reading jerk. Memories of Henry flashed into my head.

"Why did you bring him here?" Carlisle asked.

"He is dying, Carlisle, please save him," I sobbed.

Carlisle was shocked, his mouth hanging open as I stared at him.

"Just because you saw him while he was a baby, doesn't mean we have to save him," Edward hissed.

The loudest growl I have ever made escaped my lips. It made everyone in the room jump. Henry moaned, in my arms.

"Carlisle, please. I can't do it… could you, please," I begged.

Carlisle sighed, and nodded. Edward gasped, making a huge smirk pull across my face. I went and laid Henry on the couch. Carlisle walked forward, and bent down. My eyes were wide, as he gently opened his mouth, his head inches away from Henry's neck.

His teeth snapped together, biting into the skin on his neck. A pained yell came through Henry's mouth, his fists clenching together in agony. My stomach twisted with remorse. His fists beat into Carlisle, who was just pulling back. Edward looked at me, in disgust.

An agonizing sound ripped through Henry's mouth. Edward left the room, as I moved over to sit beside Henry. I looked up at Carlisle.

"Thank you," I whispered, smiling at him.

He returned the smile, and nodded. Him and Esme left the room, after that. I looked down at Henry, who's face was contorted with agony.

"Shhh," I whispered, caressing his check with my fingers, "It will be over soon."

I started to pull my hand away, but his suddenly grabbed mine. His hold was tight, as he locked our fingers. I gasped, a small smile appearing on my lips. My eyes were burning again.

Three days I have spent by his side. I have not moved an inch, and I wasn't planning on it. My hand was still placed inside of his. His grip continued to get tighter, and tighter. I flinched every time his hand would tighten around mine… apparently that was when he was hurting the most.

I heard footsteps enter the room. I turned to see Carlisle and Esme. They smiled, when they saw me.

"How much longer?" I asked, getting impatient.

"It shouldn't be much longer, dear. It's been three days," Esme said, her hand on my shoulder.

Suddenly, Henry's heart beat increased, getting faster and harder. All of our eyes fell on him.

"It's happening," Carlisle whispered.

"Edward," Esme called.

I scowled, as Edward entered the room. I didn't want him here, when Henry woke up. Edward rolled his eyes. Stupid, mind reader. I refocused on Henry. His heart got louder, and louder. Faster, and faster. So fast, it sounded almost as if it were humming.

It stopped. I inclined my head, worried for a second.

"Hold on," Esme whispered.

Henry's eyes flickered open.

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